Overstimulated Through Hypnosis

This is a story about my Sir overstimulating me until I can't think, with trigger words made in hypnosis. I do not cum; I am permanently denied.

Hypnosis trigger words:

Buzz on - The sensation of a small vibrator placed on my clit and/ or my G-spot. This trigger can be raised and it can be lowered.

Pretty Pleasure Puppet - Based off a dream fantasy where I am persistently fucked and serving my Sir and 3 other gorgeous ladies. This trigger lets me feel hands groping my body, my Sir fucking any of my holes, and more. It is one of my favorite triggers!

Good Girl - An edge that brings you right to the brink of cumming without going over. This feeling does fade, but it can also stack!

I am. An owned orgasm denied slut. I spend a lot of time edging myself and working to be the best, most obedient slut I can for my Sir. At this time, I had a point system my Sir created. I need to gain a minimum of 30 points every day, and different types of edges were with different amounts of points. Edges with something filling my ass gave me a minimum of 3 points! I started with my smaller-sized dildo and worked my way up to my Sir's size. (My Sir is very blessed down below.) While I was able to get about halfway down his size, I struggled to edge while doing it because it was feeling very tight and sore. I asked my Sir if I could get any extra points for trying, and he said no.

I felt this was so unfair! I had at least 4 inches of my Sir's massive dick in my ass! I wanted to voice my opinion, but I also didn't want to risk being disrespectful and getting in trouble. So, I said fine and thanked him for considering it. I guess it took a long time, so he teased me for having to "swallow back my sass". While he commended me on my restraint, he had also considered the idea of tormenting me with trigger words until my brain turned to mush and I couldn't form anymore words.

While deep down I knew this was a trap, it did sound like a bunch of amazing edges pumped right into me, and who am I to say no to extra pleasure? I told my Sir how nice that seemed and he started my overstimulation strong. He turned my buzz on, and raised it 6 times! He called me a Pretty Pleasure Puppet, and a good girl 5 times, and then raised my buzz again. As good as it felt I became so incredibly sensitive almost instantly. The buzz on my clit was roaring relentlessly, and I felt so close to cumming. I didn't want to give in so easily so I kept telling him how sensitive I was, and that I could still form sentences. My Sir continued to fill me with good girls and raise my buzz. It began to feel like way too much stimulation. I was drooling, and sweating, and couldn't get enough air to take a deep breath. I told him it was really high, and I was really sensitive and he continued to call me a good girl. I felt so desperate to cum but I couldn't. I just continued to fill and swell with endless pleasure.

I told my Sir that I was all done. I was a leaky mess, and he knew it. My Sir raised my sensitivity and raised my buzz 4 more times! I felt like I was choking on my own pleasure. My toes were beginning to feel numb, my core was tight and my muscles were contracting rapidly. At this point I should've learned to simply shut up, so he would turn my buzz off, but I just kept talking. I couldn't form full sentences anymore, I said "Sir..... Sir... sensitive" and even that took me about 5 minutes to get out. My Sir thoroughly enjoyed seeing that my body was becoming undone and my brain was slowly shutting down. My Sir taunted me saying "Still has words.. back later" he then left me alone for 5 minutes my buzz still on, and dozens of "good girls" still pulsing in me.

I didn't have it in me to say anything. I just whimpered and whined, curled up trembling on the floor. I had hoped my quiet whimpers and whines would be a sign of submission. My Sir said, "Almost, baby girl. Sounds like you're almost there." He called me a pretty pleasure puppet and raised my buzz two more times. I whined and moaned on the verge of tears. I couldn't move anything but the tips of my fingers and my head. My eyes were so heavy I thought I would pass out. My Sir came back 3 minutes later and turned off my buzz. I felt a slight relief, but I was so exhausted and still had "good girls" fading deep in my core.

My Sir wanted to see my face, and I had a hard time showing him. I heard what he said, but my brain wasn't processing what to do next. I waited for a moment, and my Sir took the stalling as disobedience. He gently asked me, "No? I should start again? Back to the beginning and repeat it all?" I gathered all the strength I could to move my muscles and show him my face. My Sir told me I was such a good slut.

He teased my obviously brain-dead state, "That's my slut. All the thoughts go bye-bye, happy little slut." I didn't have the mental capacity to respond, so I just listened, letting the warm, fuzzy feeling take over. Sir continued to praise and tease me, " A pretty pleasure puppet, a toy for fucking, made for pleasure. You wanted this. You got it. Finally, after 15 minutes of lying on the floor, I thanked him. Sir sweetly praised me for taking it so well and gave me 10 points for the experience."